Betuix Orpheuss and fair Erudices
Fra thai wer weddit, on fra day to day
The low of lufe cowth kyndill and incress,
With mirth, and blythness, solace, and with play
Off warldly Joy; allace, quhat sall I say?
Lyk til a flour that plesandly will spring,
Quhilk fadis sone, and endis with murnyng. (85-91)